Skip to main content
Dictionary
Store
Blog
World
Help
Advertise
Chat
System Status
Information Collection Notice
Trademark Concerns
reCAPTCHA Privacy
Terms of Service
reCAPTCHA Terms
Privacy Policy
Accessibility
Report a Bug
Data Request
Contact Us
Security
DMCA
© 1999–2026 Urban Dictionary ®
Mugs
Tees
Hoodies
Pro Customization
Create unique products with your own words and definitions
Preview
Personalize Your Design
Your Word
Your Definition
Voices in Carl's head: (Kendl) Stop it! What are you doing? Carl, Brian, stop it! - (Carl) Quit it! Moms will hear! - (Kendl) Mom, they're up to something! (Carl is sitting and looking at the picture he picked up, when Smoke suddenly enters the room, baseball bat in hand.) Big Smoke: You picked the wrong house, fool! CJ: (picks up a chair in defense, backing off) Hey, hey! Big Smoke, it's me, Carl! Chill! Chill! Big Smoke: CJ? Oh, (drops the bat) my dog! (hugs Carl tight) Wassup? Ha ha ha ha! (releases him) Hey baby, you okay, man? CJ: No, man, it's my Moms, homie... Big Smoke: Hey, I don't know why this had to happen, but I promise you, I'm going to find out who killed your moms. The streets is cold, dog. Like it says in the book, we are blessed and cursed. CJ: What fucking book? Big Smoke: Same things make us laugh, make us cry. But right now, we gotta take care our business. Go see your brother at the cemetery. C'mon, let's bounce. (Smoke and Carl exit the house and walk out to Smoke's car, even as a shot zooms in to a close-up of Beverly's photo frame, with Smoke's baseball bat over it.) Big Smoke: You wanna drive? CJ: Yeah, that's cool. Nice car, Smoke. Big Smoke: You know me. It's not cut. Keep the value in it. Keep it real.
Text fits
Save
Cancel